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Better to be lucky than to be good
Aug. 6th, 2007 07:08 pmI feel quite exhausted. Danced the (first part of the) night away at SB, until all my energy had burned itself up on getting down to Prince et al. Then out the next day to walk through a London whose summer had come with a vengeance; a mercy that we didn't have too far to travel through her baking streets, both journeys being ones which (in their more direct form) I've done plenty of times before; even getting lost in Gray's Inn couldn't slow us down too much, but lollies were still needed to cool the party down. Lollies which, for some reason, everyone else got through long before I did. Hmmm. Then a brief pause for reflection in the steampunk caverns of the Porterhouse before heading up to PopArt. The Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes is a deeply strange venue; as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thedavidx said, it's like a venue from a dream - "I was trying to play a gig and there were all these people bowling, and to get there you had to walk through a cinema and past an American diner..." If only they hadn't run out of the rather yummy cider (or cyder, as it blotted its copybook by describing itself) I could have backed the motion to never leave. The sound's not perfect, but the atmosphere made up for it - and the eighties covers didn't hurt. It came as no surprise that the New Royal Family would attempt Adam Ant, and Lux's 'Manic Monday' tied in with London's current Prince fever, but I was surprised, impressed and terrified by The Low Edges' 'Power of Love'; Huey Lewis as he'd sound covered by his number one fan, Patrick Bateman. Thence to the John Russell, and thence to ruin; I just wish someone had got my comedy side-slide in the Irish pub on camera, I'd have Del Boy falling through the bar beat in no time.
The worst song ever finally finds its natural level.
Having seen This Film Is Not Yet Rated, I appreciate that US film ratings are somewhere between a lottery and a conspiracy, and I have no reason to believe the situation's much better here, but I still find them baffling. This clicked when I realised that Blackadder, on which I pretty much grew up, is rated 15 (except Christmas Carol, which is PG. And that was the one with the loincloth scenes). 15 is also the same rating as seasons 2 and 3 of The Wire (the first season, which I would say is less disturbing than the second at least, is an 18. No idea why). Tim Burton's Batman, which I remember distinctly as the first 12 in cinemas, is 15 on DVD. Yes, obviously people develop at different rates, but even taking that into account I don't think I'm being too idiosyncratic if I say that I think kids can safely see Blackadder a bit younger than Batman, and both of them a long time before they're ready for The Wire.
thedavidx said, it's like a venue from a dream - "I was trying to play a gig and there were all these people bowling, and to get there you had to walk through a cinema and past an American diner..." If only they hadn't run out of the rather yummy cider (or cyder, as it blotted its copybook by describing itself) I could have backed the motion to never leave. The sound's not perfect, but the atmosphere made up for it - and the eighties covers didn't hurt. It came as no surprise that the New Royal Family would attempt Adam Ant, and Lux's 'Manic Monday' tied in with London's current Prince fever, but I was surprised, impressed and terrified by The Low Edges' 'Power of Love'; Huey Lewis as he'd sound covered by his number one fan, Patrick Bateman. Thence to the John Russell, and thence to ruin; I just wish someone had got my comedy side-slide in the Irish pub on camera, I'd have Del Boy falling through the bar beat in no time.The worst song ever finally finds its natural level.
Having seen This Film Is Not Yet Rated, I appreciate that US film ratings are somewhere between a lottery and a conspiracy, and I have no reason to believe the situation's much better here, but I still find them baffling. This clicked when I realised that Blackadder, on which I pretty much grew up, is rated 15 (except Christmas Carol, which is PG. And that was the one with the loincloth scenes). 15 is also the same rating as seasons 2 and 3 of The Wire (the first season, which I would say is less disturbing than the second at least, is an 18. No idea why). Tim Burton's Batman, which I remember distinctly as the first 12 in cinemas, is 15 on DVD. Yes, obviously people develop at different rates, but even taking that into account I don't think I'm being too idiosyncratic if I say that I think kids can safely see Blackadder a bit younger than Batman, and both of them a long time before they're ready for The Wire.
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